At My Father’s Funeral My Sister Told Me to Stay Away From the Cabin I Inherited, So I Drove There Anyway

forgotten, the forest closing in on either side until Albany felt like something from another life. By the time I saw the signs for Lake George, the anger in my chest had cooled into something harder and more useful. I was not going up there to sulk or to prove a point to anyone who wasn’t watching. I was going because my father had wanted me there,continue reading …